Fallen

Chapter 3

  Tyler and I sat in Justin's kitchen while Justin went back into his living room to tell everyone that the party was going to be called off. His entire crew left but not without saying goodbye first.

"It's so great to have another girl around here. I was getting pretty lonely." Allison said chuckling a little bit to herself before exiting the kitchen. Scooter came around with Kenny and Ryan and they all gave me such big hugs, to the point where I could barely breathe. I loved being with all of these people, I always wore a smile whenever I was in their presence. 

After the last of the crew left, Justin sat back down with Tyler and I and we started getting into the conversation I wished would never happen.

"Okay Justin, tell me what you know about this situation." Tyler said concerned. He was being so demanding to Justin, I didn't like it but it seemed like he knew what he was doing it.

Justin sneered at him, "Well, last summer me and Sophie were in my pool when I saw her bruises and I asked her what happened and she just told me that she got hurt in cheerleading but it wasnt a big deal.  As she kept visiting me I realized that those bruises werent going away so I got suspicious. I called her mom and asked her if Sophie was home. When she said she wasnt I asked if she was at cheerleading and her mom told me that Sophie quit cheerleading nearly a year ago." 

"Yeah, uh, sorry about that. I never wanted to lie to you. I just I didn't know what to do..." I said pushing my hair behind my ear. 

"It's okay, I wish that you knew that I would do everything in my power to make sure you were okay though." Justin said putting his hand over mine. His touch always made things better, it always made me feel as if the world wasn't such a bad place.

"That's the thing though. Believe it or not Justin, you have power in this world. Attracting attention to this situation would only make it worse." I found myself raising my voice. The moment I realized what I was doing I sat back and kept quiet. I brought my knees up to my chest and laid my chin gently on my knees. A piece of my hair fell into my face and before I even knew what was happening, Justin's hand swept it away in one sweet motion. I looked up to him and smiled, he doesn't even know how happy I am to be here. 

"I'm sorry Sophie. I just wish I could have helped you out a little more. When you said you wanted me to leave it alone I could see that you truley wanted me to and I didn't want to do anything to make you more upset." 

I softly nodded along to Justin's repsone. "I know. And that's why I can come to for anything. Thank you."  I gave Justin a hug and a tear slipped from my eye. I don't really know why I was crying, I wasn't sad but I wasn't happy. I didn't feel anything and I think that was my problem. 

"Okay, sorry to break up this, I don't know whatever it is, but what are we going to do about this!?" Tyler was getting frustrated. I could see the look on his face that he wanted to stop whatever was happening to me but I was starting to get really confused. I had just met this kid a couple hours ago on the plane and suddenly he was acting like my life meant everything to him. I didn't get it. Even people that I know wouldn't go to these lengths. 

"We aren't going to do anything about it Tyler. Nate is my boyfriend and if I want anything to happen, I'll make something happen." Justin removed his arms from around me. 

"Wait, what? You're gonna sit here and keep letting that asshole hit you when he's angry? Are you kidding me?" Justin stood up sending the chair he was just sitting in to fly across the room. His fists were clenched so hard you could see his knuckles turning white. 

"Justin, stop. I'm okay. Nate only hits me when he's angry. But he does love me and I know he does. He apologizes every time he does it. And then he gets this look and call me crazy, but it seems like he genuinely is upset about what he does to me. He's been my boyfriend for over two years I can't just break up with him because I make him angry." 

"You're crazy." That was the last thing Justin said before he stormed off and ran into his room. He was acting like a little kid when their parents said that he couldn't go out with his friends. I went to go chase after him but Tyler's hand grabbed my wrist.

"You're not going anywhere." He avoided looking at me and now I was really starting to get creeped out by him.

"Tyler, what are you doing?" I tried to pry his grip off of my wrist but nothing was working. So, I did the next best thing. I started to yell.

"TYLER GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF ME." I yelled in face and he didn't budge. Nothing did, excpet his hand. He slowly removed his hand from mine and began to walk away. 

"Wait, where ar-" But before I could finish he had gone out into Justin's back yard. I was sitting in Justin's huge house, by myself. Justin gave up on me and so did Tyler. I didn't deserve anything that was being thrown at me, so I pushed it all away. I always push everyone away. I sat there, craddled up in my own sorrow and let my hair fall into my face. Excpet this time, there was no strong hand to sweep it aside. There were people to help me get through hard times but instead of agreeing to being saved, I let myself drown. Now there was no one to throw me a raft. I was drowining because I did this to myself. If I wanted to be saved, I was going to have to do it. I got myself into this, I needed to get myself out. 

Justin's POV

 I honestly don't care about what Sophie has to say. I am going to save her, whether she likes it or not. She deserved so much better than some asshole who constantly hits her. He was my definition of a low-life. How could he possibly make someone as sweet as Sophie think that what was happening to her, be her fault? I couldn't bare to see her like this for another day. I started to pace back and forth, trying to see if I could come up with some way of getting her to see the light in the situation. That's when I heard Tyler's voice. He was talking to someone who I thought was Sophie, but when I went over to my window he was on his cellphone. I began to listen in on his conversation. There was something off about this guy. From what Sophie told me about him, which wasn't much, he was coming to LAX from Canada and that he's turning 21 next month. Why did he care so much about her? 

"I know, I know. Everything is going good though. She's starting to trust me more than when we were on the plane. All I know is that she has an abusive boyfriend and that she's friends with Justin Bieber. But that is really the only thing I have."  

"I don't know why he hits her but I'm going to find out."

"You NEED to calm down! I'm doing exactly what you told me to do. You better have my money by the time I get back or so help me God, it won't be such a lovely visit." 

What the hell was going on here? Clearly this guy can't be trusted either. Who was he working for though? If he was for the paparazzi he would be trying to get dirt on me, not her. I racked my brain for other reasons but I couldn't think of any. It didn't make sense. The other thing that I questioned was if I should tell Sophie or not. If I tell her she would be mortified. But if I don't, she'll get angry at me if or when she ever finds out. 

"Shit, I have to tell Sophie" I muttered to myself. I had realized that I was talking out loud when someone responded back. 

"Tell me what?" I turned around to see Sophie standing the in frame of my door. Her hair was wrapped up and she it looked like she stole one of my sweatshirts. It was so baggy, but she made it work. She always made things work because she always looked beautiful.